Allright, Allright

Got just two hours of short sleep
and I woke up at the sound of the bell
'cause I'm five minutes too late
Oh! the bosses are giveng me hell
just because he is Italian
Gino's getting trouble again
you work five days from nine to five
and you don't know, but somehow you survive.
We are only clowns in this small world
until we tune up to do it again
riding our rockets you feel better you got understanding until we go
Hanging out in your local bar
they are talking around and around
everybody has his guru
and everybody is a superstar
and I read the papers up and down
just to get the blues one more time
it gets you mad it gets you down
the same bad news all over again
We are only clowns in this small world
until we tune up to do it again
riding our rockets you feel better you got understanding until we go
Allright, allright talking 'bout cha mm cha
Allright, allright talking 'bout cha mm cha.
And remember if one day this old routine
will be, catching up, with all that once has been
just get, back on the road, and collect another dose
of the old rock and roll medicine
Allright, allright...